Conversion

Apocalypse was somewhat speechless. Sure enough, this was the Guardians of the Galaxy's style.

Judging by Star-Lord, Gamora, Nebula, and the others' expressions, they did not seem to think there was anything wrong with it.

Star-Lord had come from space pirates, while the two sisters had served under Thanos. What did yours and mine even mean to them?

As long as they fancied it, it was all theirs~~~

As for Drax, he was even more heartless and carefree. His eyes were unfocused, his face plainly saying, Don't make me think.

"Now the Golden Race has come knocking at our door. Have you made up your mind? After the conversion, send their child back," Apocalypse said.

If it had been any other item, getting Rocket Raccoon to cough it back up after he got his hands on it would have been harder than climbing to heaven.

But while they robbed people, they did not slaughter innocents. The matter of the "child" had to be resolved.

"I've made up my mind..."

Rocket Raccoon walked past everyone, turned his back to them, and gazed at the sky with deep emotion.

The breeze stirred his fur. In that moment, he unexpectedly carried an air of Zen, like a master who had seen through all worldly affairs.

Rocket Raccoon said, "When I was born..."

"Ha~~~~~"

The moment he started speaking, Drax let out a yawn.

Rocket Raccoon turned back and glared. "I just started talking. What are you sleepy for?"

Drax said, "The moment I hear someone starting from their birth, I know it'll be boring. How long are you planning to talk?"

Rocket Raccoon was covered in black lines. Knowing he could not argue seriously with someone as single-minded as Drax, he could only take several deep breaths, suppress his volatile temper, and continue